Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

are different when we're shifted. We don't make a

"Different how?"

becomes harder. Plus, clothes

steal another glance at Kellan's back. His steady stride hasn't

snow, and my breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front of my face. The rising sun does nothing to warm me, though its rays paint the endless white landscape in shades of

smoke is ever closer, and eventually the scent of cooking meat makes my mouth water. The promise of warmth and food urges me forward those last few steps until the camp comes into

shout carries across the snow as she waves both arms like a

force of a furry semi, knocking me flat

stop!" I laugh, trying to shield my face from

Snow clings to my

doing all the way out here?"

pull back, noting the rosy flush in her cheeks. She looks better than I do after a night in

shoves this meal down my throat, I've got a lot

conversation with Marcus, their heads bent together as they discuss whatever important wolf business demands their attention. We're here

you caught

going to help

growl. Ava laughs and loops her arm through mine, leading me toward the tent. The smell of

neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance as we enter the warm

tents I've ever seen camping are small. Not

bad, but

as Ava has me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel this trek tomorrow. But it was worth it. Good to know what these people do every time they go

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